On
Crop Circles – Hieroglyphs in the Fields
At
the far Edge of Consciousness
Where
Earth meets Sky
The
Circles appear –
Magnificent
Mysteries
Like
veiled Women waiting –
Serenely
profound
Woven
of Grain and Mist –
Conveying
Numinous Artistry
Sacred
to Goddesses
From
Time immemorial
In
the Fields they lay
Like
mystical Puzzles
Holding
a symbolic Language
For
a new Age of the Goddess –
Music
made visible
Stepped
down in Frequency –
Given
freely in the Night
To
nourish our Souls –
For
these are Soul’s Food –
Inklings
and Intimations
Of
our imminent Evolution
Into
Beings of Light.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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